Fantasy Romance
The pieces of wood that had seemed so foolish strapped to his feet in the throne room were a boon on the endless expanses of unbroken snow.
But Prince Thomas didn’t mention it, nor did the two shadow warriors he traveled with.
For the best. They had all crossed enemy lines three moons ago, and Prince Thomas had no idea when or if he would see his home again.
Lorik studied the hunchback as she mounted her massive white charger easily even in her full armor.
Despite the oppressive heat, she stayed bundled in her cloak.
As civilization fell behind them, the old man nodded toward her. “You must be hot, and we are well past where others can see you.”
She paused then sighed. “He might as well know the truth sooner than later.”
“What truth…” Lorik’s jaw fell open as she shrugged off the cloak and revealed a pair of fluffy white wings.
“That I am a half-breed abomination. But I’m still going to destroy Thorn.”